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My mom called me today.. scared of the dream, she had last night ! i’m her same little kid again.. ‘n she had lost me somewhere she was choking.. while telling me, this terrible excuse to call during my ‘busy’ office hours

Couldn’t tell her but really wanted to cry out loud “mom, you don’t have to.. find a reason to call, ‘n i’ll always be your same little kid, wanting you to make me calm,
every time i fall..” instead i’m writing this.. as an excuse of being big ‘n tall

i love u, mom ! ‘n really, i’m lost.. trying hard to be the same, little kid once again.. with no excuses at all..!!

The morning.. I’ve seen,
the sunlight.. spreading
wings in its dew..
sparkled and flew..
I thought, it was ‘you’..
like wide open eyes wondering,
where are ‘you’ ?Chanted and mesmerized..with the morning on the beach,
a mermaid out of the water..
lying there was.. you ?
I closed my eyes..
to make the wish, wondering..
if it’s gonna be true..
still i could see.. the smile
of the eternal bliss,
even with my closed eyes..
the innocence of eternity,
blessed with the warmth
close, as those sea drops..
with million of soft sparks !
hurry.. lemme make the wish
wondering, if it could be you ?
umm… I wish for the morning,
this sparkles.. and the dew,
and a heart.. to tell you,
the skies or the sun,
the moon or billion of stars..
nothing sparks me,
the way you do..
you’re my guiding star
and yeah, all I wish is ‘you’…you are my morning,
my mermaid, I love you…!

I stood there for long
as you turned away.. ’n gone
choking ‘n staring.. your way
nothing was left to say
Wish you could hear,
the dilemma hidden..
‘n the truth within,was there never a reason
why a soul lingering ?as if a cloud in the sky
a dream, flickering..
‘n you to my soul..
on verge of diffusing,
all the fervor ‘n control..
Embraced by the haze
bit scared or amazed,
the touch, portrayed by the hearts..
rendered to your guilt,
of tearing it apart..
its me, on my knees..
pleading, whispering
to your heart..
turn back and look at me..
reach out your hand,
‘n put your arms.. around me
I’ve loved you from the start..the deepest ‘n with all my heart

Its just, he was alone
for all those nights..
a hate.. for lives,
that he has, lived..
howling for his dreams
confined to his fears,
suppressing his tears..
he used to choke,
while trying to speak..
as if its ripping his throat,
but still he carved..
for another reason,
to cut it apart..
don’t know why,
he didn’t want to die..
from dusk till dawn,
heard him pray..
just for another day..
and on the day,
when he woke up..
and found the haze
‘n the fog inside,
The curtains wet..
windows open..
doors ajar..
has it rained.. ?
perhaps he cried..
last night… he, who died..!

I dreamt, a book..
torn and dusty..
a way written,
a way empty..
perhaps, was alive..
‘Words’ in it, screams
but not as it seems..
they ask, they bleed..
they hurt, they cry..
but never they lie,
they are not just the words,
trapped in the wood..
not ’bout the crowd
or ’bout the lonelihood..
words from you,
and then ’bout..
those thirsty swollen eyes..
things were written,
imbrued with sobs,
scared, tired and bitten..
by each discrete names,
were carved faces..
embossed to their frames
tattered on other pages..
solemnly.. folded were,
few edges..
I’ve tried to unfold..
wondering who read it, before ?
but then no longer
could hold..
was awaken.. by the pair of
bleeding eyes..

GOD ! was that a dream,
why could I still hear the scream ?
who were those eyes ?
who has folded, those pages ?
why were, familiar..
those faces ?